Pop goes the Weasel!

Pop goes the Weasel!

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Terror
"Does death mean anything to you?" The man whispered into Jamie's ear as he traced a line across her throat with the rusty scalpel he always seemed to carry whenever they met. Jamie's breaths were shallow and timid as she tried to look at the man through his horrid rubber mask. She then built up enough strength from her weak and nimble body to take in a deep jagged breath. She held it in for quite awhile as if it were the last breath she'd ever be able to release. "The only thing that means anything to me is the sweet release of this hell hole you've built for me." She finally says while giving the putrid man a small smirk as if she were trying to test him. The man chuckled at Jamie's words with delight. This sent shivers down the terrified girl's back, especially since he was so close to her. "Oh dear, it looks like you won't be receiving your wish anytime soon." The man finally said, his warm breath on Jamie's face almost causing her to vomit what was left inside her stomach. Was there really anything left in there? Jamie thought to herself. Bringing Jamie away from her thoughts the man slowly forced the scalpel gently into Jamie's soft skin. Jamie felt as if she were about to bite her tongue off from the force she applied onto it as well. She stiffened up at the pain the man was applying on her fragile neck. Jamie shook beneath him almost frantically as she tried to escape his clutches but she was far too weak and too tied up to ever be able to overpower him. Instead she decided to let him do as he will thinking that she would finally be set free from his merciless torturing. All of a sudden the man stopped, not saying a word as he slowly backed off of the scared girl.
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